Hello cute house on a salt marsh somewhere in Connecticut. Cute. Norman Bates' had a cute house on a hill too. It contained a few less surprises than did our home. By ours I mean my wife Tina, at least she is as of this post date. I know you've heard this before, but if your relationship can survive a total renovation or restoration you and insects will survive WWIII.
I don't mean to sound so negative, but gallows humor is a natural when it come to total home renovation of this level. This of course is aided by the fact I work side by side with my father-in-law, Mr John K Rupp. My father-in-law a native of South Jersey is a 35 year plus union carpenter and building inspector. If I do something wrong I hear about it first from father-in-law side, then the carpenter side and finally the inspector side. He usually works close enough to me to see what I am doing wrong and then waits ten minutes to tell me for effect. I hear it now "ahhh Wendell what did you do now?" followed by my eyes rolling back in my head then hearing "this is how I'd have done it". Then I smile really big and say "thank you for showing me my error, I am so glad you are here". In my happy place inside my head where no one can hear, that's a different language all together. I will of course be introducing other cast members in future entries. No one is safe here including myself.
Why am I writing this blog? Maybe it's therapy.
